Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Davy DMX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.